The Chair

Ten times a day I move the chair. From the stove, from the sink, from the counter.  It’s Blair’s leg up. And as I get frustrated about having to put it back under the table over and over again, I remember that I’m so glad that she likes to be in the kitchen cooking with me… just like below when we whipped her up some chicken and dumplings and a sweet potato casserole – one of her favorites.